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MARVEL; TBC: 5- I love the progress.
🕑 Added 2024-04-13 22:44:01 +0000 UTCHowever, after a few seconds, an explosive fire spread with the seeds as its center, burning every tree, bush, water, house, and land it could find. After the great wave of fire and heat, there was nothing but pulverized earth.
A second wave spread, only this time it was a wave similar to the shock wave of a nuclear bomb, only without the radiation, this shock wave began to change the entire topography of the place, completely transforming the entire ancient town of Turbaco. Everything within a range of six thousand square kilometers of each seed was changed; where before was a large and green jungle, now it is a flat and sandy land of shiny black color.
Below the surface, everything to a depth of fourteen (14) kilometers was changed, and the shiny black material was left as evidence of what happened. In just half an hour, one hundred and twenty thousand (120,000) square kilometers of lush jungle and human settlement were converted to Cybertronian metal.
That extension of land would be the pillar of the entire Cybertronian civilization, one that would reach the stars in this universe. Although Zibrock became impatient with the enormous movement, he also knew that civilization would not rise without risk, both in case it affected its surroundings, specifically the jungle that surrounded the town, or that it could draw attention to the energy released by the seeds. He only hoped that when the universe became aware of its existence, it would already have the power to defend itself.
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Six months had passed since the detonation of the seeds, and since then, thousands and thousands of new robots were built, although after reaching the impressive figure of 16 million, Zibrock stopped their creation and used to focus on building cities to house the thousands of natives that were received every day, in addition to the construction of more ships and transport vehicles.
Currently, it already has control of the entire northern part of Colombia, and at the same time, it has control of the entire northwest side of Venezuela.
The base had received millions of natives from all over, both by his hand and by the natives' own decision, who sought refuge and a cessation of attacks by the ships from those who did not want to annex the territory conquered by Zibrock and his forces.
Thus, Zibrock received them all, after having gone through the configuration of this for the natives to adapt to living within the limits of Cybertron, as he had called his kingdom. Now, many natives live comfortably in the remodeled cities, while the natives of Gran Colombia were sent to the remodeled cities of Cartagena, Barranquilla, and Santa Marta, as well as the city of Maracaibo, since the base acted for military purposes, not civilian.
For that reason, Zibrock had to devise the remodeling of the old cities that humans had already built, and as the whole environment was surrounded by jungles, the construction of the cities was devised in a way that would be completely kind to the environment, from using clean energy, constant sanitation, almost zero pollution, and rigorous waste control, ending up with many advanced cities in the middle of jungles and natural environments without intervening or hurting the environment.
With tall buildings and ships flying overhead, the natives completely adapted to their new life, with over two hundred thousand calling the new cities their home, although they were a bit fearful of their future, after the reconditioning by the doctors and scientists under the command of Zibrock, the natives changed their mindset, starting to behave very similarly to the Decepticons, around the presumptuous or haughty character, although maintaining parts of their traditions typical of their tradition and culture.
In a large building located in the city, Zibrock found himself being escorted by two Decepticons in white robes as they told him information about the facility.
"My lord, the reconditioning plan has been a success; the natives now believe they have always been part of Cybertronian society, at the same time, some adopt by receiving mechanized treatment.
In total, the number of individuals undergoing mechanical treatment is increasing, and in two months, the number is estimated to be one hundred thousand, although there are still individuals who refuse to undergo treatment, opting to keep their bodies fully human. The scientific Decepticon explained in great detail, smiling like a maniac and being overjoyed at his success.
Zibrock listened carefully, the so-called mechanical treatment consisted of implanting robotic parts into the body, either accelerated processing chips directly into the brain or even changing entire body parts to robotic parts, such as arms, legs, or even the entire body, except for the head and important organs of human functioning.
However, parts such as reproductive systems were not touched or organs were exchanged for artificial implants, partly because if a person wanted to have children, they would only have to provide their sperm or eggs to the family planning center (FCP) to incubate a baby with the samples in the incubators, thus having a child in a matter of seven months. Yes, with the new payment system and currency that had entered Zibrock, such a process would cost a fortune—approximately two hundred thousand dollars in the modern era.
In the event that they got the money, Cybertron, as a new civilization in progress, needed a lot of manpower: people to run the construction sites, personnel in factories and the military, as well as in places like warehouses, stores, and so on. These jobs are all generally well paid, giving little difficulty to having constant money.
And while several of the natives, now Cybertronians, possessed enough money, there were many who opted to have their children naturally, which is why they only underwent chip implants that served for communication, location management as well as language facilitation.
Because, although Zibrock had established the ancient Cybertronian language as the official language, only those who had the chip spoke it, since it was attached to the device, and since that language was still new and not all natives spoke it, they used the chips to communicate with people who did not speak the ancient Cybertronian language.
As they walked, Zibrock saw how a native human was passed through a large capsule, similar to a magnetic resonance machine. Already there, he observed how some robots commanded by several Decepticons, which operated some consoles and specialized in the medical area, operated the machine, introducing more information into the woman's brain. Years of learning were learned in just a few minutes.
These machines were for all the thousands of natives that the cities received daily; with this, they were taught mathematics, physics, chemistry, and everything else they would need for their new lives. At the same time, a code was embedded in their brains, which would make them look like they were born on Cybertron land, being citizens of the country and accepting everything as if it had always happened, and not remembering that they were only a few months ago natives of a backward nation.
After the procedure, another chip was embedded in the woman's left wrist, which contained all her personal information, such as her name, age, family, and place of residence and work.
Many people in the 21st century would say that this would be complete brainwashing, or, as Colombians would say, they put cockroaches in her head.
Likewise, many would disagree with Zibrock's practices to erect his civilization, but for him, this was the quickest and easiest way, instead of coupling and adding the natives little by little and hoping they had good intentions, which could bite him in the ass, plus it would be exhaustingly slow.
The woman, after her reconditioning was discharged, and went out to meet her 'family' with a smile on her face.
After having a tour of the entire building, Zibrock took a ship and traveled to his personal building located in the city. So far, he had come a long way, but he knew that it would not be enough; the territories he wanted for him were all those that make up the great Colombia and even beyond.
The only difference was that this time, this nation would no longer have the name of La Gran Colombia but the name of Cybertron; at the same time, it would not be a democracy, but a monarchy, one where he would be its king.
As he thought of all that he had yet to do, he stood watching the sunset from the balcony of the building, admiring the beauty of the first city of his kingdom he had come to.
